This will always be one of my favorite pictures of all time - my, then, three little Indians having a powwow in an untamed corner of our yard.
Note the chief's staff is a croquet mallet.
In fact, that antique croquet set that my mom bought for them with blissful thoughts of sunny Sunday afternoon croquet matches in the front yard, has seen many, many hours of play... but for only one game of croquet. Ah, the imagination of kids!
Now, go! Scoot. Scram! Get outta here. Go tell God how thankful you are for all He has adorned you with - not just the good, but also the bad, because that's the only way you can develop a character worth a damn.
Then, go eat some turkey.
Much love. Muah!